Fight Like A Man Book Novels & Stories

He felt his nails dig into his palms, his knuckles turning white. Aman laughed, relishing the fire in Alice’s eyes. “Go on, prove me wrong. Kill them, or they’ll kill you.” Without hesitation, Alice threw a punch, landing a solid hit on one of the men. He didn't care that he was outnumbered. That the odds were impossible. That Aman was grinning like a cat playing with its food. None of it mattered. His fist again connected with the nearest man's jaw—a sickening crunch. Another strike to the ribs sent a third man stumbling. But before he could move again, a blow crashed against his side, knocking the air from his lungs.

Jack said, “Do you want me to make a move?” “Friend, don’t meddle in my affairs. It won’t do you any good. It might even take your life!” As the man spoke, he slightly adjusted his body, like a cheetah waiting for its prey. He was already prepared to strike. With a cigarette in his hand, the corner of Jack’s mouth rose slightly. Just like that, he walked into the man’s attack circle. Swoosh!

Not the ending I wanted to be getting anyway. There was something about the roughness, the animal energy racing through a shifter as you fucked each other every way you never even knew you needed. And let’s be honest, human dicks…a mixed bag compared to wolves. And that's being nice. I shook my dirty mind clear with a smirk. Perhaps I did need to blow off some steam if my mind kept heading to the bedroom. I fluffed my curls in the mirror and applied some bright red lipstick. Pouting in the mirror Jax, my work bestie appeared having quickly changed into her party dress.

My eyes flickered demise, like a grim reaper willing to take their life by force. The man near me got startled and almost scream in shock. In alarm, he charged. He threw up his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back, but I slipped to the side, pushed the man's elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the floor using a sole hand. Third of a second once contact was made and I was on his feet, watching the muscular man rush toward me in slow motion as the three other men who woke up from their daze, even more slowly, jumped to their feet.

Hell, I would manage anyone as long as they are not this psycho. The man smirked. “I love them wild. It would be a hell lot entertaining to tame someone like you. Get her, boys!” At the order, the men in red advanced towards me. I balled my hands into fists and watched their approach. I knew I was no match for them, but that didn't mean I couldn't pack a killer punch. Years of living with an ever-drunk foster father taught me many things. I crouched, ready to resist. One fact was definite. propose proposed to go down without a fight.

Anger coiled my stomach and I felt my blood burning hot as he showered her with compliments and cracked jokes that aren’t funny. “Damn, Nikolai really is lucky to have a woman as extremely gorgeous as you by his side.” He added and it didn’t take long before I started seeing red. Lilliana seemed oblivious to everything going on and she kept talking freely with Manuel who was subtly flirting, even in front of Giselle, his wife. Why are some men so disgusting? And why is she smiling at him, making him think he has a chance with her? It’s because of things like this that I love carrying my gun around even in a restaurant as fancy as this one. I fought the chaos of my rage and bit my tongue as m

Man B angrily roared and shifted his wolf form and bit my arms, tearing my flesh, making my brows furrow. I looked at him and kicked him hard in his face, making him stagger and step back. I glanced at my arms that had been beaten and watched him spat out the flesh on my arms. The corner of my mouth raised even more. "Good! Give me a good fight! Let's fight to death!" I couldn't help but laugh and went towards him, who roared as he was about to attack me, but I swiftly rolled onto the ground and kicked him hard on the stomach, put him up to the ceiling and slammed him hard back onto the ground.

With a dismissive flick of his wrist to his men, the leader ordered, "Take him down." Two of them jumped forward at Liam, whose strides were so long and casual in his confidence. One barged forward by throwing his heavy fist at Liam's head, where he quickly ducked and hit the man precisely on his ribs. With a mild groan from the man, hunching his back at the piercing feeling, Liam followed it up with a sharp knee to the face as he went to the ground sprawling.

Eli’s POV There’s something about a man like Silas that makes you want to break the rules of humanity. He’s not like the others, he doesn’t cave under fists, doesn’t flinch at the sight of blood, and he’s not afraid of death. Pain is a language he speaks fluently. He’s survived on it. Thrived in it. You don’t beat a man like that with brute force. You beat him by touching the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to see.

"We've got the boat now! We can go anywhere, do anything! Eat well, drink well, play with any woman you want!" Five men immediately roared in response, echoing his fury. Despite being six against ten, their morale was unwavering. Jack surged forward, a fierce hurricane of muscle and aggression aimed at Geronimo. Geronimo didn't hesitate. The two collided, rolling into a vicious tangle of fists and limbs. But Jack was younger, stronger, and seasoned in fights. He dominated, pinning Geronimo to the ground, pummeling his face until it swelled and bruised.